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Listening Poems 

Please enjoy this small selection of listening-themed poems by Listener's Unite creator, Linda Eve Diamond, and the poem, Today I Will Listen, by Marva McIntosh, founder of I Love to Listen Day. Please be sure to also visit the Prompts page for 10 Poetry Prompts for writing listening-inspired poems! 

The Apple in the Room

The Apple in the Room
By Linda Eve Diamond

This poem is based on The Listening Room, 1952 by René Magritte, in which an apple takes up the full space of a room, wall to wall.

 

Click here to see this painting

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Should we talk about  

the apple in The Listening Room?

 

What’s behind it? What the…?

Curious, we hunger for a sound bite.

 

 

We make guesses and confirm them 

with ourselves. We assume it’s something 

 

about pushing at “inside-the-box” boundaries,

what the apple conceals, what the apple reveals

 

that the apple is giant, that this is a doll’s room,

that the artist has something or nothing to say

 

that the artist wants us to be amused, bemused,

quieted, disquieted, completely knocked off-center 

 

pushing our imaginations to the edge of that box

where we, feeling claustrophobic, hit the wall 

 

thinking there must be one right way to see it

and we grind at the apple, mashing it up

 

into old-fashioned applesauce 

still never getting to the core…

 

 

There’s no getting around it. The apple

is wedged in. It isn’t going anywhere. 

 

The apple has the floor and all we can do is

sit in the shadows of the mystery—and listen. 

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"The Apple in the Room" is included in the The Art of Listening (a free ebook anthology, published in 2023).

A Thin Line

A Thin Line
By Linda Eve Diamond

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Created from a vintage Woodcut by Josef Eberz "Nächtlicher Zirkus" (Night Circus), Germany 1920 (Would you like to see the artist's original image? Click here.)   

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The sun is setting and we stand apart

trembling, on a tightrope in the dark.

 

We both have our stories about how

we ended up here, how the chasm

 

widened, how the divided states

fractured, how we became small

 

warring countries within our own

small circles, how common ground

 

narrowed to this thin line, why

the stakes are raised every day.

 

 

But today, we’re trying 

to see each other again

 

to recognize the familiar stranger

taking tenuous steps on a thin line

 

where we juggle topics and avoid

the flaming hoops, at least for now

 

gravity here centers on lightness 

but the light is growing dim

 

and we’re checking our safety nets 

again, looking at our phones.

 

 

We yawn with clownish exaggeration.

Well, look at the time. We say it’s late.

 

Maybe it’s early but it feels late so early

these days, in the noisy, dizzying haze

 

where we’re not the expert acrobats

we’d need to be to get us to safety

 

and neither one of us likes this routine

or the circus that’s sprouted up around us.

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A Thin Line was honored with the National Federation of State Poetry Societies Founders Award and published in Encore: Prize Poems 2021. 

The Doorway

The Doorway 
By Linda Eve Diamond

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Trapped inside myself, I heard your voice,
the gentle offering you placed in the doorway.

You offered to listen. I opened up just a little.
You stepped so softly… as if entering
a place of prayer.

You didn’t look for a light switch,
bring a flashlight, open the blinds,
or try in any way to illuminate
my space.

You sat quietly beside me
in the dark.

I talked in stops and starts
becoming smoother as you listened.

You didn’t jump in, preach or rant,
judge me, entertain or chant.

I unburdened, articulated,
and could feel my breath… slowing.

You didn’t tweet, text, check your phone,
or update your online status to “listening.”

I don’t know when the door blew open,
but a natural light filled the room.

Through that generous, open space,
stirred a breeze of fresh, breathable air.

As you listened, my thoughts began to clarify,
opening to a knowing voice deep inside.

You helped me find my voice,
my center and my smile.

You say you didn’t do a thing.
You simply listened.

Thank you for all that you didn’t do
and all that you did by listening.

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Find audio of this poem on the International Day of Listening's Listening Moments page, where you will also find other "listening moments" and an invitation to submit your own (which can be poetry, music, nature...).

 

Today I Will Listen

Today I Will Listen
By Marva Shand-McIntosh

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Today I will listen

Without interrupting

Without prejudging

Without second guessing

Without gazing

Without rehearsing

Without discounting

Without filtering

Without correcting

Without contradicting

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Today I will just listen

Today I will listen

With attention

With humility

With respect

With patience

With understanding

With awe

With gladness

With empathy

With warmth

With gratitude

With reverence

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Today I will just listen.

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The author of "Today I Will Listen," Marva Shand-McIntosh is the founder of I Love to Listen Day

"Today I Will Listen" is included in The Art of Listening (a free ebook anthology published in 2023)


 

I Love to Listen Day (in May) and the International Day of Listening (in September) are two annual celebrations of listening.

Find more listening celebrations, organizations, and other listening connections on the Listening Links page. 


Be sure to also visit the Poetry Prompts and An Invitation to Share pages!

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Find more listening-themed poetry in The Art of Listening, a free anthology of listening-themed poetry and visual arts (published in 2023, edited by Linda Eve Diamond)


Thank you for listening!

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